Igniting Her

Well, hello, lovely readers. Thank you for checking out my new story. This idea kind of just struck me, and I had to start writing. I have no clue when I will update, so there is no consistency.

I am still working on Nemelatro: Dawning, but when inspiration stikes, you need to go with it.

I'm pretty sure this story is going to need all the trigger warnings. So mature language, mature content, spicy scenes, rape, abuse (all kinds), and just generally unpleasant subjects. ⚠️

Leave comments and votes, so I can tell if this idea will blosson into a decent story. I apologize ahead for the mistakes. This baby is uncut and unedited, flying by the seat of my pants here.

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I can feel my body rock, jostling with a shove, and I am not sure if I am still dreaming or waking up. I kick my legs out in protest, pulling my blanket up to my chin just praying to get some more sleep. My alarm isn't going off, I am exhausted from closing the pub last night. I am dreading the late morning shift I am going to have to get up for. Just ten more fucking minutes please god let me sleep!

Just when I think I am going to enter dreamland and I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, a hard rod wedges firmly against my ass. I am so not ready to be performing aerobic activities this early. Again, I feel little Jason nudging against my flesh and by the feels of it he is rocking au natural style. Jason groans in my ear before wrapping his arms around my soft waist and starting to kiss down my neck.

"Mmm," he hums into my shoulder, "Nats baby, you were grinding on me in your sleep." Seriously, Nats again? Pulling me closer, he thrusts himself against my backside. "Little Jason needs attention," he groans and whines at the same time. How the fuck is that even possible?

Fucking hell Jason I hate that stupid nickname and you know it. You woke me up, and now you are grinding on me, expecting to get some. Internally, I am brimming in frustration, but outside, I am trying to feign sleep, and all I can say is, "Hmm?"

Jason continues to grind on me, each jerk becoming more forceful. Fucker is going to shove me off the bed. "Nats," he complains, turning his normal baritone into a nasally whine.

Motherfucker, what am I, a damn bug. Instead of actually saying it, I roll over and hug into Jason's chest, one of his stray nipple hairs going up my nose. "What time is it babe?" I softly groan while trying to avoid his sporadic chest hairs.

Jason starts fumbling with my silky pajama shorts, running his rough hands over my rounded hips. "It's woody o'clock baby and I have something for you," he punctuates by ramming his hard dick into me.

I scoff, rolling over to grab my cell and check the time. Squinting at the bright screen, I repress the urge to scream and smack Jason. It is five in the damn morning, only three hours since I crawled into bed and five hours away from my next shift. I could kick a fucking puppy right now. To say I am mad is a monumental understatement.

Jason is a man on a mission completely oblivious that I am fuming over the precious little sleep I am being robbed of. He has managed to strip me of my shorts already, and I groan because we have reached the point of no return. Fatigue makes the idea of being guilt tripped and starting a fight, not worth the energy loss.

Jason has this adorable quirk where if sex is denied, he becomes a raging toddler with no filter. I am still pissed about the last time when he threw a tantrum because I said no to sex while I had my period. I didn't need blood stains on my bed. I felt bloated and honestly sex while bleeding is not my idea of fun. He had stormed out of my room screaming how I didn't love him, and there must be another man satisfying me. I learned over this four year relationship that the fights were not worth denying sex. I remember giving in when I had the stomach flu. He needed reassurance because he wasn't feeling loved, and it still frustrates me.

A hard, dry pinch to my nipple snaps me out of my thoughts, and I can't stop the shriek that escapes me. Jason takes this as a sign I enjoyed it and gives my other nipple the same treatment. Thank god I was ready and didn't scream. Maybe he will realize it was a cry of pain, not pleasure. It would be easier to just say I don't like that, but that would be me questioning his bedroom skills.

Jason roughly squeezes my large breasts, and it feels like he is trying to ring a cloth dry instead of pleasure me. His long nine inch dick rubs against my lips, seaking moisture. Instead, it is a rough drag of skin on skin. My poor pussy lips don't deserve the abuse, so I lick my fingers and circle my clit, trying to coax my lady bits to at least dampen.

A huff in my ear is a clear sign Jason is frustrated that I am not soaked and juicing like a damn porn star already. "What don't I turn you on anymore? Maybe I am just too ugly to get you wet." Yay, bonus self deprecation, ooo that gets me hot, yeah no!

I know if I don't say something, Jason is going to get pissy and I will have no chance of getting anymore sleep. I arche my back into Jason, licking my fingers before I start rubbing my nipples in slow sensuous circles. It works like a charm, revving my libido, causing me to moan. "Oh baby, you know you turn me on."

Catching Jason's eye, I seductively lather my fingers in saliva, swirling them around my tongue. I know Jason, the more like porn the action is, the faster he looses blood flow to his brain. I quickly dart my soaked digits to my little nub and start rubbing for everything I am worth, "I am still sleepy. Just let me enjoy you touching me. You will get me so wet, baby." Gag! If I have to spew one more shitty porn line, my vagina is going to be drier than the Sahara.

A stinging thwap to my ass has me jolting forward. Fuck, I lost my rhythm. "Are you my greedy little slut?"

I can't bring myself to vomit out another cringy line, so I just hum and lick my fingers again before doubling the efforts on my clit. Jason roughly palms my breasts, practically choking me with their massive size being pressed up high towards my throat.

Closing my eyes I try to ignore the discomfort and just concentrate on my self pleasure. Jason runs his rock hard cock against my lips, and I don't know whether I managed to get aroused or if it's the mass amounts of my own saliva, but luckily he glides across my lips. Thank god!

Jason lets out a frustrated groan, "Lubed condom it is," he huffs before rolling over to his night stand. Guess I couldn't get wet enough for him.

Jason lays on his back, rolling the condom down his length. Even with the abrupt curve to the left, I have to admit he has an impressive dick. Quickly throwing my leg over his hip, I straddle Jason. I hate this position because it gives him the worst angle of my pudgy stomach, thick thighs and rolls. I always feel super self conscious sitting above him like this, but if I want to at least orgasm from this I need to control the pace. I start grinding back and forth across his length, sadly because of his curve my clit is completely missed. The lube from the condom on his hard length stimulates me and I feel my core warming.

"Slut wants to ride Daddy's big cock," Jason moans throwing his head back. The motion of my hips falter and I swear I can feel all my wetness receding. Girls with father issues, call guys Daddy in bed. I had an amazing father who I called Daddy. Hearing that just makes me grossed out. Jason knows I hate that shit but again, less blood flow to the brain happening here.

Words fail me, so I ignore him and start rubbing his cock over my lips and clit. Closing my eyes I concentrate on the sensations letting them turn me on. Jason, apparently done with foreplay grabs his dick from me and shoves it inside my channel. "Don't be a tease, Nats," he emphasises by thrusting into me roughly a couple of times.

The way he is sliding in me jerkily and with the pull of my pussy walls, I can tell my body was no where near done with foreplay. I start grinding on him, trying to lick my fingers even though my mouth is dry from all I already stole trying to get aroused.

Luckily this is not my first time being stuck without enough moisture. Seductively I run my fingers over his lips and thrust them into his mouth. Jason begins to suck, and I swirl his tongue trying to get as much saliva as I can befote bringing the fingers to my core. Circling my clit, I pick up my pace grinding on his rock hard cock. I find that spot, he can reach with his length and continue hammering it while my nub starts to tingle. I feels the fluttering waves, signalling my orgasm is close and I lose myself in the feeling with my eyes closed.

"That's right slut, cum on my big cock," Jason groans and he leans up to take a nipple into his mouth.

With his movement, I lose my spot and feel my orgasm dwindling away. I rub myself hard chasing my climax, but the pace is gone, his thrusts are getting awkward and it feels like he is drooling on my tits.

Sometimes if I am lucky, he can hit the spot doing me from behind, but sometimes he ruts into me and it just hurts. A girl has got to do what she has to when she just needs a release. "Oh baby, yes, mmm," I exclaim dramatically. I start rubbing my breasts trying to detach Jason from suckling them like an infant. "I want you to fuck me from behind," I moan for good effect.

I see excitement flash through Jason's eyes before he uncerimonously shoves me off of him. He palms himself as I throw myself down on my elbows and jut my ass in the air to tempt him. "My little slut turning into a bitch in heat for this big cock?" Then he is slapping my ass with his dick. What the fuck is that supposed to turn me on? Doesn't that hurt? Whatever his problem not mine.

In one foul thrust Jason seats himself to the hilt, painfully jabbing into my cervix, causing my knees to buckle. I groan in pain but I guess being muffled by the pillow, it sounds like I am enjoying it.

Jason erratically starts to hammer in me, I feel him jabbing my cervix each time and I feel the wetness dissipating with each thrust. I know he is getting close, so I try wedging my hand to my clit, but between his weight pressing me into the bed and my own damn rolls, it is fucking difficult. I reach my clit, only getting a couple of rubs before Jason is jerking above me and groaning his release.

I back into Jason's cock with fervor, trying to coax myself to climax. He keeps thrusting into me, but I can feel his member softening and it's no longer rubbing my walls adadequately. My orgams is officially a lost cause. I dramatically moan, shoving myself fully back into his lap. I grind on him and perform a couple of kegel squeezes to imitate my release.

Jason must believe he just rocked my world because he rolls off of me with a satisfied groan. Removing the used condom, he tosses it in the garbage before strolling to the washroom. At least someone got off.

Throwing on my underwear, I check my phone, and the time is ten after five. I cuddle into the blanket, ready to resume my sleep, and try to ignore my unreached climax, but Jason lands a hard smack on my ass.

"What the fuck Jason, I am trying to get some sleep before I have to work," I grumble my annoyance just below the surface along with my sexual frustration.

"Well you have to go home for that sweet cheeks," Jason chuckles. I give him a confused stare. "Dad and I are going to a outdoor sports expo, down in Texas today. I need to leave in an hour."

"Can't I just sleep here? I will lock up when I leave," I whine praying he will just let me rest.

"Sorry Nats, landlords say no guests when I am not home and you know Mom doesn't want want you to have a key." Landlord Mommy and Daddy don't want guests my ass. You mean your Morher is a bitch that hates me for no apparent reason. Jason smacks my ass again, and my temper pushes me out of the bed before I cuff him. "Plus I can't have this sweet ass distracting me while I try to pack. Might have to make you scream my name next time."

I internally snort because the only times I screamed his name was during fake orgasms. "Your mom just hates me, that's why I can't stay when you leave," I huff while pulling on my clothes and throwing the few things I had at his place into a bag. "She seriously walked in the other day, right after you left, and was mumbling I was a whore while pretending I wasn't there."

"Everyone is entitled to their opinion," Jason mumbles lowly, but I heard it. If I wasn't so tired I would definitely be screaming his name right now.

"Bye, Jason," I sigh, closing the door to his parents' pool house, less than a hundred feet from the main house. I follow the white brick path to where I parked my car. Throwing the key into the door, I unlock it. Yes, my car is so old there are no automatic locks. Tossing my bag in the back, I sigh and lean against the steering wheel. I can go home and chance running into my stepdad, or I can go to Ruby's and grab breakfast.

Grabbing my phone, I groan, seeing I only have four and a half hours before I have to work. My stomach gives an audible growl, "Well, that answers that." I throw my car into reverse, backing away from the gaudy Cooper mansion Roman pillars and all. Speeding to Ruby's, I hold onto the image of strawberry and cream waffles waiting for me